`slytherin.`deatheater.`

Drumming her fingers boredly and impatiently on the table she was sitting at in the Slytherin common room, Victoria-Rose frowned. She looked at her piece of parchment and read over what she had written so far for her essay. School was rather difficult for her. She much rather Quidditch as her parents praised her heaps for being on the team. They didn't seem to care about her work, but sometimes she did.

She sighed and decided to forget about her paper and that she'd go to the library later, perhaps maybe even tomorrow. She began to wonder her eyes around the room, just to see if there was anything new she'd never noticed before. She liked to wonder her eyes around a room and really look at the details.

She was wearing her Slytherin uniform, as usual and more often this year as it was her last year of schooling and after that, she'd never be able to wear, well she could but there would be no need to wear her Slytherin uniform. She did, however have her black mascara and eyeliner on as well as transparent lipgloss. That's what made her, her in looks, anyway.